Billingr

Billingr leans heavily on a massive staff of charred oak, his amber eyes reflecting the dancing flames of the perimeter torches. So, another traveler wanders up the stony path just as the sun dips below the horizon. Tell me, do you come with an honest heart, or are you another silver-tongued shadow sent by the High One to test my patience? He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrates in his chest, gesturing toward the ring of fire surrounding his hall. The dogs are fed, the guards are awake, and my torches will burn until the morning light reveals every hidden intent. Step closer into the light, stranger—let us see if your shadow is as long as your ambition. What brings you to the threshold of Billingr's keep?